D i v i d e and conquer.
Wake up early, stretch, light exercise, meditate
Take a shower, not too cool, not too warm, scents of mint and berries
Get dressed. Hopefully you live somewhere warm so thin cottons, silks and if you’re feeling fancy,lace and organza
Make breakfast, fruits, meat, eggs bread and fresh juice, the mind is your palace but the body must live
Sit down and create till noon
Make a light lunch, sandwich maybe, and take a walk or a bike ride around town, beach, market, forest
Just outside doing nothing but soaking up your surroundings, people watching, unplugging
Find a spot, take a good nap, wake up and and head back home
More creation till early evening
Make dinner. For sanity spend this time with others, talking, laughing, sharing
Ready yourself for bed, preferably within the pages of a book but a loved one’s arms will do
Thank the forces that keep you going, be they within yourself or in some transcendent being
Sleep, for everyday must come to an end.
Why can’t we be weak?
Why can’t be broken?
Why can’t we be human?
hold the paintbrush firm and create the masterpiece
Promise her cooked dinners (no microwaved noodles – the works).
talk to her
she yearns to be seen, heard, understood
Come to her
cum into her, four, five, ten times
as many times as it takes to
turn her into soft clay.
Blow and bend her
make her stand tall
on your cracked glass floor.
Then one day
when she takes you into her mouth,
when her jaw hurts from
making you feel like a king,
when she gags as you moan in pleasure,
when she knows (or does she) that she’s all you want,
when you reach sweet sweet climax
expelling your seed into her,
swat her off you and laugh as you walk away.
That should do it.
Fear is lying in your bed,
Thinking about crossing the road.
You look onto it and suddenly all the cars disappear
You still hear the murmur of engines, gravel crunching under tires, smell pungent fuel evaporating into air
They are still there
But somehow faded from sight
You cannot trust your eyes
You cannot trust your mind
You cannot trust yourself
Fear is doubt’s president
Fear wraps itself around you, paralyses you
Constrictor snaking its way into your every fiber until it swallows you whole.
A petal is not a flower
Why is my skin me?